Theatre of the Very Young

Posted in Uncategorized on March 16, 2009 by timhillman

One of the fun parts (if there are any) about looking for work as a director in educational theatre is the challenging task of concretely expressing exactly WHAT you will do with the kids once you get there. A friend of mine was fond of calling Easter “the big Kahuna” of Christianity- the big Kahuna in educational theatre is, as I’ve noted before, expressing the inexpressible.

So now, as I look for work, I find myself trying to do just that. For weeks now, I’ve explored the idea of theatre with the very young. Here’s the result of those ruminations.

Years ago, I realized that the secret to doing high school theatre well is to run as far away from the words “high school” as quickly as possible. Those words, grouped with the word theatre, make “high school theatre.” Dangerous wording. Reasons? If you’ve been to more than one or two high school plays, you’ve seen bad theatre.

How can I say this with such confidence? I’ve seen high school theatre. Generally, there are a few marks of traditional “high school theatre.” First off, acting. There are plenty of good acting teachers out there, and they often create good actors for mediocre productions. The teacher sinks so much effort into the good ones that she leaves the rest behind, resulting in an uneven play. We’ve all seen those. Second, costuming. The standard routine is to call a costume house and have them ship in all of the costumes for the play. That’s terrific in that you get great costumes (if slightly tattered and smelling of napthalene), but there is no design element in play. Opening the boxes of costumes is great fun for the actors who miss the qualities that costumes designed to meet a director’s vision miss. This leads to scenery, the thing you can’t fake. If it’s bad, it’s bad. If you’ve painted in a palette of colors that doesn’t match the costumes, it’s worse

Here’s the thing though- most audiences don’t blame anyone for the horrific three hours they’ve spent- they accept that it was high school theatre and move on with the illegal video of the show and memories of their child’s success (or lack thereof.) And as to the young actors, they actually come to believe that the bad is good. Standing ovations for mediocrity lend to that belief. If you doubt me, think on this.

The worst musical I ever directed (No, No, Nanette) was doomed from the start. Rented costumes, a forgettable set, bad choreography, and worst of all, dancers moving through the audience flinging tea bags during “Tea for Two” all helped create a disastrous piece of high school theatre. However, a funny thing happened on the way to awful. Not unlike Max Bialystok, I was stunned when the audience, stars of stage and screen included, rose to a thunderous standing ovation at the end of each show. I was stunned by the moments, and recognized that if this gets standing ovations, then there is something wrong with the standards of the high school audience. And if that’s true, what can possibly be inferred about other school theatre audiences? Gilbert and Sullivan likely spend a substantial amount of time rolling in their graves as middle school audiences endure yet another Pirates of Penzance.

Take a step closer to where creativity begins, and I fear it starts to get worse. Once you’ve arrived in elementary school, the unknown “they” have started to call it “Creative Dramatics” instead of theatre. Translated, that phrase means creative action, as if there has been no creative action from children before- you must teach it to them.

Now, wind the clock back even further into the earliest years of a child’s awareness. Lots of games, lots of simple plays, and lots of theatre without a complete focus comes to fruition. So how do you fix it? First, throw out the notion that the plays we’ve been doing with kids are worthwhile because they teach “other” skills.

You don’t teach math to help with self-confidence, or history to create better communicators. You teach them for the validity of the subject material, and to aid the student in developing a concrete manner of processing and synthesizing material. Kids communicate well to start with- laughter, yelling, crying- these all do a heck of a job communicating what’s up with a child. It’s the communication they don’t do well that is the domain of the theatre.

Thiers’s is a world fraught with uncertainty- monsters in the closet, Santa Claus and the Easter bunny- extremely real fantasies. They are challenged though (and in some cases, not emotionally able) to communicate in the way that good theatre demands. So what is one to do? One school of thought seems to accept that bad will be bad, and if you dress them up well enough and make sure they don’t screw up, bad will be good.

I propose a different tack. Theatre in and of itself is the simplest and oldest of art forms. All you need are two people communicating (and agreeing on what is communicated) to create theatre. Look it up- it’s true. We know, because we have seen it again and again, that young children are wholly capable of creating good performances and supporting the work of others. Some are tricked into it, but the final result is the same. Great acting. Anna Paquin and Tatum O’Neal carry Oscars- can others do the same? Of course they can

There is of course a simple argument- these successful child actors are unique talents and should not be lumped in with the vast numbers of children who don’t have the same gift. And of course, the naysayers are correct- special is special and casting directors search high and low for “special” kids who can pull adult performances out of their lunch sack. But- does that mean we cannot attempt to teach all children to create effective theatre? Of course not. And in the arts, that is the meat of the matter. A child may create a dreadful painting, but we attempt to teach them to paint well. A child may sing a song adequately, but we work to teach them to sing brilliantly. A child may write well, but we always work to teach them to write better. We don’t always succeed, but the art is the center of the question. So whither the theatre?

I propose a more direct approach. While fully aware of the difficulty involved, those teachers blessed to work with the young should be teaching them theatre from day one. No tasks to simply entertain, or kill time. More importantly, no tasks for the young actor that are simply drawn from a book, without concrete understanding of purpose. For high school age actors, I’ve always made a clear distinction. “You are not doing high school theatre” I say- “You are doing theatre in a high school setting.” For the youngest actors it should be the same- it’s not Pre-K theatre, it’s theatre in Pre-K. If you accept that premise, then you’ve made an enormous leap. The children will show what they can really do in the construct of a play or piece of theatre, and they will learn as actors should. Their self-awareness will grow not because we’ve taught them, but because it’s a logical outgrowth of the work.

Therefore, I advocate for a new theatre of the young- a wondrous place where spectacular things can happen. Frankly, the prospect of tapping into the creative power of children to make theatre is more than simply exciting- it’s the way we keep theatre alive and protect its future.

Playing in the Field

Posted in Uncategorized on March 2, 2009 by timhillman

As the hunt for work continues, with all of its highs and lows, I have to admit that ultimately this is all good for me.

Now that’s fairly difficult to say nwhen you are hunting for employment- with bills to pay and people to feed unemployment is more than a bit terrifying. Some days good, some not so good, but all are simply further moves on the game board. Chutes and Ladders for grown-ups.

Major realizations….

I am over fifty now, and that is a bone of contention with employers. One recruiter told me that most of the principals in  his system would be loathe to hire someone of my age and experience.

My feet aren’t getting better. Can’t dance, can run for about twenty yards before they break down, and they are a simple part of daily thought. It’s a bitch but what can you do? Major lesson though- if you try and walk about three miles a day with what I’ve got you better be prepared to wonder why your feet are numb from the toes to the heel (and all the way up the leg even!)

I bury the lead. Bloss understands this…

The trick to what I do isn’t a trick- it’s a way of being. When asked what I would bring to a program, I was stumped for more than a moment. I am not accustomed to blaring my own horn. Yes, I am as egotistical as the next actor, but I generally brag about the people I’ve helped- not myself. So when your body of work is best described by your students, it pays to figure out why they’ve been helped so.

I haven’t helped them nearly as much as they have helped me, but certainly that’s not their intent- you don’t try to help the teacher learn. All I can finally say is that it’s about two things- how well you listen, and how well you communicate.

Forced to confront that “what” of me, I finally got a glimpse of what the “what” is. Recently folk have taken to calling me authentic or genuine. But what the hell does that mean?

In the midst of talking to three interviewers, I finally got a glimpse. Without question, even interviewing is teaching- you’ve but a brief moment in time to communicate a reality- in the case of an interview why you stand out among a group of candidates.

And in my case, what makes me stand out is the listening thing. I can talk up a storm and weave wonderful stories, but I listen too. My awareness of self extends to my awareness of the “other’s” reality. Blame it on improvisation training- you focus so hard on the effect of your words that you react in real time, unfettered.

That’s what causes the double entendre’s- I am so wrapped up in the moment that I don’t focus on five different ways to take what I’ve said.

But with every individual, be they three years old or sixty, the focus remains the same. I don’t see them as adults or children, but simply as people. If they don’t understand what I am saying, I restate. I measure whether they understand or not. And that means that all are treated as equal.

Result is that no matter the situation, I stay myself. Sometimes that translates to errors in judgment, but mostly it translates to effective communication, and a deeper sense of understanding between people.

Try treating a thirteen year old as an adult, and you’ll see what happens. If they err they err, but you will hear the real person, the authentic soul.

If you want a different understanding, rent The Legend of Bagger Vance. Will Smith spends a fair amount of time in the flick trying to get Matt Damon to find his “authentic” swing- the one that only he can master, and the one that is so elusive. That, and “playing in the field.”

I like to play in the field.

This is a Challenge

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on February 16, 2009 by timhillman

For years, I’ve ridden the wave- not of career really, but employment. Since exiting college nearly thirty years ago, one thing remianed constant until about five years ago.

Employment. Right out of college it was simple. One interview, one week of waiting, and appointment to a position at Phillips Andover. In my own dreams, I couldn’t imagine such a thing happening. For a then actor, newly affianced, the choice made perfect sense. And along with the job came a new passion. Teaching theater and training actors.

I still don’t entirely understand the nature of it- and I won’t try to understand. But I know what the “it” is. Watching the telly last weekend, I saw a competition between college receivers. All had made it this far- to the showcase for catchers of footballs soon to be playing the game on Sundays. In each case, their skills were amazing. Balls blazed at them thrown by Jugs machines. Through the first four receivers, each dropped their fair share, but still, catching the ball the way they did was nothing short of remarkable. Until the guy from Penn State checked in.

He dismantled the competition. Standing there with hands by his side and seemingly oblivious to the pressure of the moment, he picked balls out of the sky as if they had been thrown by three-year-olds. Each ball thrown nestled into his hands and was tossed away like a bad apple. Not thrown away, or dropped after a catch, but tossed away lightly as he turned to the next machine. Eight for eight each time.

At that instant, I knew that he would be employed the next year by some NFL team in search of a wide receiver that needed a third down “possession” type of receiver. he showed no blazing speed, or dominating toughness, just an uncanny ability to pluck footballs from the air. I felt at one with him.

Except in the employment part. Thing is, there is no possible way to explain what it is that I do in a classroom. Time after time, I have asked actors a simple question- how do you act so well? They’ll never give you an answer, because they can’t. Moreover, they will readily acknowledge the impossibility of such a thing. You can’t explain a sub-conscious process. Something happens- you made it happen, but the “something” is elusive.

That’s the way teaching is for me- when I do it best, I am trying to get out of the way of myself and of the actors I teach. My own conscious awakening of my sub-conscious is the point I work toward, then I avoid the things that would bring me back into the conscious state. Ideas come flying out of my subconscious with ease- they are then monitored by my conscious self, chosen for delivery or tossed away like those bad apples.

So that’s my gift, the thing that makes me employable. The gift I have, when carefully considered, brings people to the theater. Unfortunately though, you can’t explain that magic “if” to just anybody. I’ve no idea how many theater educators are out their plying their craft successfully, but in my experience, the vast majority of those teachers have colleagues and students who will maintain that they are the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Those who do the hiring then are concerned with different things. How old is the person? Can they do other things well? Are they the perfect “fit” for our school? Perfectly reasonable questions to ask. My first two schools were fits. The third was, and then it wasn’t. The fourth? Let’s just say I was in that one to keep my family fed.

So, just past fifty years old, I am searching for the school that will open its doors to what it is that I do. The age doesn’t help, the handicapped feet don’t help, the master’s degree never pursued because I was so enmeshed in teaching doesn’t help. All that can really help is my ability to describe the indescribable to someone, somewhere, and hope that they get “it”.

Until then, I am learning a different lesson. That one brings me back to the Great Depression, and emboldens me with the knowledge that fighting for survival in hard times is perhaps the best lesson of all.

First show at the school that brings me in?

Grapes of Wrath.

That I understand.

More on Facebook Jumping Shark

Posted in Uncategorized on February 3, 2009 by timhillman

“Facebook is starting to get on my nerves. We need a new social networking site. There, I said it.”

See? I am not alone…credit it to a friend of mine.

Central issue is exactly what the net has enabled- nothing private anywhere.

The 25 Things About Me lists are the new fun- as the astute young man responsible for the quote also observed,

Facebook Reaches Tipping Point, Jumps the Shark.

Posted in Uncategorized on February 1, 2009 by timhillman

Let it be said here first- Facebook has officially done both the tipping point and jumping the shark in the same virtual moment.

Up until now, it tended to bring in real, but distant friends.

But somehow, the demographic has shifted wildly.

There was a time when being over thirty (or forty) on Facebook was, well, cool.

Found hundreds of former students- know who they are, and what they’ve become.

And they know what’s become of me.

But, for me at least, the rules have changed.

8 years

Posted in Uncategorized on January 3, 2009 by timhillman

8 years since I did a play?

Honestly?

What have I been thinking!

Hello.

Posted in Uncategorized on September 29, 2008 by timhillman

First in a long line of daily thoughts. This one is nothing special.

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